Stupid as a man, say the women: cowardly as a woman, say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unwomanly.

The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

In revenge and in love, woman is more barbarous than man.

The sexes deceive themselves over one another: this happens because fundamentally they honour and love only themselves... Hence man wants woman to be peaceful-but woman, like a cat, is essentially not peaceful, however much she may have practised an appearance of peacefulness.

The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she perpetrates a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, glancing around to see whether anybody notices - and to make sure that somebody notices.